It's heavy for her and yet she keeps on walking. I'm sure it's him saying

"you can do it." Just a few more steps and you'll be there I can hear him whisper.

I've seen this before. She'll finally make it and then the back

door will bang open and she will announce to all how

she did it. No mention of the one who walked beside her.

No remembrance of the words that were

spoken in her ear.

How often I'm like my little girl and how I

forget to give all the glory and honor to my

precious Saviour for every new day

and every breath I take.

Forgetting to thank Him for

the hard days when he walks beside me

and whispers "you can do this."

"Oh Lord, this is heavy. Maybe you've over-estimated

my strength"

He gently reminds me

that indeed He knows what I'm able to carry

and just keep walking.

There's sheep to be fed and they're His sheep

and He expects me to feed them so I can't

stop...

Hearing His words in my ear to keep

"picking up" my feed bucket and keep moving......

His sheep are hungry and they might

die if I don't carry my load..

Feed my Sheep.

John 21:15-18When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?" "Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my lambs."Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?" He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep."The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my sheep.

Monday, January 18, 2010

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.”-Anna Quindlen(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11)

Friday, January 15, 2010

I saw each one of my children gently lift the lid and peer over into the empty cookie jar.

Each one asking where the cookies were and if

we were going to bake some more and could they help?

After the 3rd child I stopped what I was doing andstarted measuring out sugar and flourand started making those home-made cookiesthe kids love.I want to make sure my cookie jaris always full.I want my kids to reach in and to be ableto pull out a delicious cookiethat I made (or their sister made) justfor them.No special reason.Looking ahead I think a nicething they might say is"in mamma's house therewas always fresh cookies inthe cookie jar."

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"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."